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Apr 2 2018, 03:42 AM
you haven't seen the best of me yet
Lot Adachi [x] & Eric Reyes
[ warnings : probably violence later ]



He doesn't come always

nor does he come often.

There's no set time, date, day of the week where he comes, but still Eric Reyes might be content in the fact that Lot Adachi comes at all. Maybe it's just to bother him in those more open jujitsu classes, or wait for him after the others with a grin on his face and a hey Officer, funny seeing you here (like a joke that never grows old).

Truthfully, there is the small fact that the classes interest him. That Eric Reyes, so vehemently against his way of life, still humors him from time to time is something else that makes him come. Not that Reyes will ever hear that from Lot’s mouth.

(He's told others, though, lazily kicking his feet up on Cam’s lap or laying on Carrie's bed.)

Eric will find Lot today just in the lobby, feet kicked up on a chair scrolling through his phone navigating some comic or manga. It's casual, though there's a sheen of sweat on his forehead when he looks up to see Eric

and waves

and talks too loudly,

“Hey, Officer, what's up? When’re we gonna spar?”
Jan 9 2018, 12:24 AM
kick up my shit, you wanna
rustle these leaves
get me so red, you wanna
ruffle these feathers

Lot Adachi, Cam Pyun, & Morgan Mau
[ warnings : violence mentions prob ]



When Morgan Mau's huge jeep pulls up to the Adachi house, the snow is already starting to get blindingly white, and the cold is aching. Still, you'd never think so at a glance, with Lot Adachi at the door to greet her, it wide open and his pajamas not nearly warm enough for the snow that settles on them. He's grinning like he always is, leaning up against the door as he watches her make her way to him.

Cam is already there, Lot had dragged him to the front door when he heard the sound of a car pulling into the drive. "Told you she missed us," he tells Cam. "Or maybe her weird roommate was being a creep again. Either way, there's a reason the chat got all silent.

Which is it?"
Dec 17 2017, 01:28 PM
feels like you can never say enough
Lot Adachi [x] & Carrington Haigh
( warnings : mentions of violence )



It's cold enough that he can see his breath in the air.

Still, with this many bodies in the square, he can hardly even feel anything but a warmth that makes him sweat in his three layers of clothes. He's never been one to come to this thing alone, a Christmas tree lighting, but it seems like something Carrie would like.

He hasn't been spending a lot of time with her lately. His own fault, he's hardly one to hold a grudge (can count on one hand, he'd go so far as to say one finger how many people he thinks would have to literally get on their hands and knees for him to even consider forgiveness) but something about last summer made him sore. All that shit with Cam and Mo, while he'll never admit it, had left him bitter enough that learning Carrie was going back to her mother only a few short weeks later felt like a bruise against his chest. Like the rib he'd broken in his fight with Cam and Mo only flared up instead of healing.

(Worse, he thinks, because he usually likes the feeling of pain after a fight. Sore muscles, even broken bones, make him feel like something happened. That it's clear. He can look back at them and know he got his own hits in.

He'd fought it out with Mo and Cam, prepared himself to write them both off before they both ended up coming back again, all three of them with more knowledge about the others than they started with. He couldn't write Carrie off, he'd known her too long and she wasn't even angry at him when he'd snapped at her, and he was no closer to understanding why she went back than he'd been at the beginning.

So, sort of an itch you can't scratch. He hates not knowing something, hates not being able to understand, hates even more when he can't pretend those things don't exist.

Not a grudge, but that.)

"It's probably too cold for ice cream afterwards, yeah?" he's standing next to her in the crowd now, waiting for the Mayor to do some ceremonial shit before the lights actually come on. "I think I might start learning how to make my own."
Oct 15 2017, 03:12 PM
every book is read
i'm paralyzed

Lot Adachi & Jin Adler
[ warnings : casual ableism, religion mention ]



Today, he skips out on English class, purely because he'd gone the last week, searching for something interesting in Ms. LaCroix's lessons. It was every few weeks he'd done so, and he thinks Ms. LaCroix is smart enough to see his patterns of coming and going.

He wonders if he should start switching things up.

Though, he's already relaxed on the field where football and soccer players practice and run around. Laying in the bleachers with his phone positioned over his face, flicking through pages of a newer Deadpool comic. It's easier than getting up, going to class, and it's more fun than being bored with some droning lecture about the Canterbury Tales

or whatever else they think he should learn in there. Or whatever they think he doesn't already know.

Even better is falling asleep here with nothing to disturb him.

When he wakes up it's past school hours have finished, as his phone tells him. He sits up to cooler air and the sun in a different place in the sky, and when he looks down sees a few students out on the fields.

He makes his way down to watch, dropping to the last seat near a girl to his side. "Who's practicing?" he asks with a grin.
Aug 9 2017, 05:12 PM

(x)


The next time they see each other, it's at Monroe College again, early on in the school year. Lot is hanging out against one of the trees outside of Pi Beta Phi, waiting for Carrie to show up and give him the passcode inside for the semester when he looks up to see Adrienne Kang walking by the nearest sidewalk.

It doesn't seem like she's noticed him just yet, under the shade of the tree.

So, he calls attention to himself.

"Hey, Kang!"
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